a single perambulator idles on the cobbled stone
It's filled with dusty, Fractured bones
yearning, yearning mother earth
cries out for those she gave birth
wishing to envelop her kin once again
From time now, until the end.

mangled gangly trunks spin round,
growing limbs throughout the town
they advance in such peculiar ways
knocking bones from where they lay
so they could rest where Mother meant
vines covered up the corpses, and they wept